Like so many girls her own age, Jocasta enjoyed dancing and so the compulsory "elective" of dancing was no trouble for her. Her dark hair was held in place by a pair of small pearl barettes to prevent it falling into her face as she went through the moves. She placed her feet together and did her very best best demi-plié before looking around at the other girls to compare herself to them, hoping to find herself amongst the best in class. Everybody looked so lovely, so elegant, despite the fact that it was quite warm in here and at least a few of them were breaking into a ladylike sweat.

Jocasta smiled and turned "Where did you learn to dance?" she asked impressed/playfully/teasingly (delete as as appropriate) the nearest girl in front of her as they transitioned into the next move, she was here to get to know people after all.